Lupa Sicarius, District 2
Jul 21, 2012 21:20:29 GMT -5
Post by mcmarti99 on Jul 21, 2012 21:20:29 GMT -5
Name: Lupa Sicarius
Age: 22
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2
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Age: 22
Gender: Female
District/Area: District 2
Appearance:
Well, I have to be pretty don’t I? That is what I was designed to be. I am supposed to draw men in with my body. Therefore, I am gorgeous. I have breasts just the right size for what I do. I have a figure I have to keep, no matter how much I want to gorge myself. I have the body of a goddess, or so I’m told. I have blonde hair, blue eyes, regular pretty chick type of thing. But I have the most annoying acne. I get it everywhere! If you think any old teenage acne is bad, you’ve never seen acne before! I swear. So, I use loads of make-up, which costs lots of money, so I have to pull more than my weight when it comes to tricking money out of men that are hopeless to my adoring winks. It’s not that hard.Personality:
I have curly hair. It’s naturally curly and bouncy. When I walk my hair bounces around on my gorgeous face. My eyes shimmer off the reflection of puddles on the street. They reflect off the sun, they reflect off most anything with a shiny surface. So that star everyone talks about seeing in their lovers eyes actually exists in my eye. I am just all around designed to do, what I do. I didn’t choose it, but it chose me.
I’m sexy, I have to be. My words slur in a romantic, drunk sex, type of way. My hands know just where to go when my eyes spot a man. I know just how to wink and turn to catch someone’s eye. I know how to get what I want. I am also conniving; I use my sex appeal to get money and jewels. Anything valuable I can get my hands on. Some people call it gross, I call it useful. I am very self-centered, obviously. I really don’t care if a man I slept with wakes up and I’m not there, then the next day he sees me work my magic on another man. It’s natural. I am tricky, just try to figure me out, I dare you.History:
I am not shy, at all. I mean, I have sex with complete strangers. I am only shy when I get nervous. Which isn’t very often. I have never been in actual love before, and that is something I have always wanted. My brother always tells me I am in love, with money, like the rest of us. But I want something more. I want a love like my parents. Only sometimes, I don’t want their relationship, or how they are partners in crime, in fact I find it rather gross, I don’t even know how many half brothers and sisters I have.
In this way, I guess I may be considered sensitive or vague, but I cannot show that around my family. I am almost afraid of them, and all the crimes they commit. I don’t know if I can continue on the family “business”. I just hope that one day, I will meet a man who will forgive me for what I have done in the past. I am so lost, I don’t even know if I want a man. Maybe I want a woman. No, that would be absurd. None of these feeling I share with my family, not even my closest brother.
Four generations ago my great grandfather Ictus Sicarius started a family of crime. His crime was the art of maiming people. He was only caught once, after twenty years of crime, by then he had two children named Catillatio, the son, and Clepta, the daughter. They carried on the criminal activity Ictus has poisoned their minds with, and they made up a rule, so that the parents of each child would choose their crime. Soon they had children, Catillatio had a son named Batillus, and Clepto had a son named Sors. Sors is my father. He, almost as if by choice, committed to sexual assault. He attacked my mother when they were young and made me, and my two brothers: Felis and Cronix.Codeword: odair
My mother also took up crime, but not something you’d expect. She loved my father, though I don’t see why, he is very blunt and rude, and he sexually assaulted her three times, but hey, I came out of it. Though, it didn’t bother her that he sexually assaulted other women, in fact, she became a trapper of these innocent women. She would find the really rich ones and bring them to my father, who was very good at what he did. They still do that to this day, now that they have children.
My mother knew she wanted me to be a flirt. She knew from a very early age when I began to become beautiful. Though my soul is the ugliest. I want to impress her, it brings me joy to see her happy, and the rush of stealing valuables is great. Though, I am not quite sure that I like it myself. Maybe I’ll be the change in the family, maybe I’ll make a difference. Maybe. That’s my favorite word.
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